"Sea–" Enjoy that face, Balthier. He didn't especially want to imagine what a flesh-eating sea millipede might like, but too late now. "Next time you get one of these brilliant ideas, remind me to knock you over the head instead."

"And what do you think, I'm fixing you something. How do you take your meat, by the way? –That's not an innuendo, there's a steak over there I'm going to have to flip eventually." 'Over there' not being more than a few feet, actually, the apartment's layout being fairly open.